by Lisa Hilbers
Friday, March 31, 2006
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It was the echo of fallen tears,
that found him that day-
As he started by an old headstone,
he paused in the moment to pray
Weeds grown thick and heavy,
still he felt the need-
To lean and pull a few-
if for nothing else, a simple good deed
Gospel preachin’ man, he’d been for years,
his greatest testimony, were the holes in his shoes,
the frayed edges of his out-o-date sports jacket,
but his trust in God, was all he really knew
He’d been to France,
in a sailor’s battleship rack-
But he knew it was God that found him,
and ultimately brought him back
Ever once in a while,
when the night is dark and quiet-
He finds himself back on the deck-
with those that went to fight
Young and tender his jaw clenched tight,
as he watched horror unfold before him-
As the sand turned red; and his blood ran cold-
from where he stood, war was really dim
A small and tiny Bible, he kept within his reach,
he’d take it out from time to time, reading justa’ bit-
The rest, well they called him Preacher man,
and after a while, it seemed to fit
Just before dawn one fateful morn,
across the bow came a mighty blow-
The smoke did rise, and the men they cried-
and the deep claimed many souls
It was him and four others, set adrift,
and in their eyes was fear-
So he reached for the Bible, and found,
Even in battle, God’s word didn’t smear
He’ll never forget the echo,
of tears that fell that day-
As they were pulled from the ocean deep,
they knew God had heard them pray.
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|Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
|A brilliant write,
Birgit and Roger
|Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader)
|Lisa, you are a true artist in every sense. Thank you for delivering this classic masterpiece...Muchus Gracious..
(((Hugs And Love, JoAnne ))))
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a wonderful testament of faith and conviction ...|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Splendid write Lisa!!
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Your vivid account of the Preacher Man, leaves us in awe of what faith means to those who practice it. Splendid work Lisa!
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|Ah Lisa, this is yet another beautifully written poem, a deeply beautiful poem of faith,
|Reviewed by Carole Mathys
|Splendid writing Lisa!
love and peace, Carole
|Reviewed by john zimmerman
|a compelling portrait of a man of faith
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
I concur with Jerry's comments below completely
Those in harm's way need the inspiration and guidance of the Bible, more than anyone, not to mention those who are also ignorant of the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ...:)
My Dad was a survivor from a sunken Royal Navy ship " Prince of Wales " in the Second World War, so I can empathise with this uplifting Preacher Man treatise !
|Reviewed by Susan Sonnen
|wonderful...I was walking with this man as I read the poem. Good work!
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|This is a deeply moving account of how faith finds a way to prove itself, Lisa. What a horrifying story to be only one of five to survive from an entire Navy ship but a blessing to be alive anyway. Strong images place the reader in that "Preacher Man's" shoes takes the story right to the heart. Excellent writing, Lisa.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Excellent writing, Lisa; you tell a darn good story with your writings! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :)
I can concur with Karla about our Navy uncle--maybe if I had three ships sunk out from underneath me, I'd be cussin' too! LOL
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|The Bible and the words therein have been the salvation (literally) of many, many people, but the ones that seem to need those words the worst are those whose mission is to kill or be killed. Those of us who have never had to experience that kind of duty will never understand what the Bible's words mean to these people. Good poem.|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
I feel like I know him now, reading your descriptive verse; very well written and imaged. One of my uncles was in the Navy, had three ships shot out from under him. Thank God, he survived...but he's no preacher man! *foulest mouth I've ever heard LOL*
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.